Jul 21, 2013
So today's been a lil' hectic with making a new blog, my sister being around and all. It's like 3 o'clock now, I've finally finished with the blog and am exhausted. Replies tomorrow, everyone <3
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So today's been a lil' hectic with making a new blog, my sister being around and all. It's like 3 o'clock now, I've finally finished with the blog and am exhausted. Replies tomorrow, everyone <3
+ ruggedindividualist
+ captian-james-tiberius-kirk
"Jim!" Gaila beamed at the Captain, hopping down from her work stool to greet him.
"What're you doing down here?" she asked, gesturing to the station and the general engineering section in general.
[Scotty is in command of the transporter - there is no one better - why was Bones so scared of it?] Jim chuckled. "Well I'm glad that you're so happy about this Bones." he smirked. "It'll be nice to have a cheerful chap with us."
[How do you trust something with no mind? It’s a chunk of metal and plastic and power and Scotty can’t change that, much as he might like to.]
Right, I’m the first person you go to when you need a ray of sunshine.
Let’s just go, Jim.
[Bones doesn't like the transporter. aww. how cute, should I leave him here? But I need him - just in case one of us gets hurt... what if he gets hurt?] Jim sighed. "Bones, you know I'll need you down there." he raised an eyebrow, a smirk still sat on his lips.
[Of course Bones doesn't like the transporter. The transporter is an unreliable piece of crap that will probably scatter his atoms across half the galaxy.
He lets out a breath of air that sounds more like a huff.]
Which is why I'm going.
Under my logged protest.
Jim laughs. "Unless you've got some kind of crippling injury that means you can't walk and work..." A cheeky grin spreads over his lips.
[Jim knows he hates that damn transporter. Bones knows he knows it. So he can stop grinning, the little jackass.]
I can work just fine without beaming down to god knows where, can't I?
"Bones! Are you ready to beam down with Spock and I?"
Unless I can think of a reason to avoid it that you'll accept.
captian-james-tiberius-kirk has arrived
"You're....You're him. Captain James T. Kirk is actually standing in front of me. Holy snickerdoodles..."
[Text: Bones]: I’m a little busy, why do you need me?
[TEXT: idiot captain]: You know very well why I need you, Jim.